In the battle of Burning Immortals, red flames burned the sky. When the Demon Lord fell into the sea of fire, he grabbed the man in white in front of him: "Lin Xunyan, I'm really curious about what your inner demon is like!"
Everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows that the heart of Lin Xunyan, the senior brother of Chang'an Sect who is most likely to become an immortal, is three points colder than the most ruthless ice and snow in the world.
"So cold! You are more suitable for cultivating demons than me!" The demon king used all his strength to rub the neck of the man in white clothes like an immortal, grinding his lips and teeth until he bit off a large piece of flesh. The touch of the warm liquid made him laugh loudly.
A hundred years later, Lin Xunyan went to the lower world to meditate after the war. He said he was meditating. However, in the 600th year, he met a certain emperor, and life became less comfortable.
"Are all immortals like you? Can I live forever? Can my thirteenth youngest son practice immortality with you?"
"It's not like that, I can't, I don't know."
When I met Shen Zhaoyun again, from the first time he fell into the sea to the rescue, to the ninety-ninth time, and then when he was abducted and put on bed to court, I noticed something was wrong.
Finally he understood that the Shen family was the right restraint in his soul.